Luyện nghe bài hát Ropin' Pen

Every Friday afternoon, I up the trailer
Saddle up ol' rock an' ice down the
that back road until it ends
At the Pen

There's rusted out pick-ups an' fancy
Twenty-thousand horses then there's my ol' stag
But we're all the the minute we ride in
To the Pen

Well, I no Clayo Speed
But I give her
Hell, you never can
day I just might be

We'll turn a few steers an' tell a few
Kick back in the saddle an'
Most of life's problems, we can prob'ly 'em
In the Pen

We don't do it for the money, Hell, we're broke
Just ask my ol' buddy Nathan what he'd pay to
He lost a of wives, half the fingers on his hands
To the Pen

An' it takes a little skill an' a little
An' you can talk smack if you can it up
Ah, but we're all friends, no who wins
Here at the Pen

Well, I no Clayo Speed
But I give her
Hell, you can tell
Some day I just be

turn another pit of steers an' tell a few more lies
Drink another beer and
of life's problems, Hell, we're gonna solve 'em
In the Pen

See y'all again, weekend
Here at the Pen
At the Pen
at the Ropin' Pen
In the Pen